"Come here Ichigo," Grimmjow muttered, sitting in the bed. Ichigo was standing by the stairs, scowling in his oversized shirt and boxers shivering.
"You're going to start something I know it," he grumbled, crossing his arms, tossing his head back. Grimmjow chuckled, holding his arms out towards him. He sneaked a little bit closer, wanting to dive under the blankets and warm up.
"'M not going do anything Kitten, just wanna 'old ya an sleep. It's getting quite cold, please come to bed, promise I won't start anything." Biting his lip he inched closer.
"Promise?" Ichigo asked, moving closer again.
"Yep, promise." He sighed, slowly walking over. Here he was acting like a child when he'd told Grimm he'd try this whole marriage thing. This was part of it. With a groan he slipped into the bed, the sheets were cold but Grimmjow was radiating warmth, it took everything he had not to melt into his side like a cat in the sun.
"Was that so hard?" Grimmjow asked, switching the lamp off, pulling an indecisive Ichigo into his side. Ichigo struggled for a second but the man was warm.
"Yes," he grunted, squirming closer to Grimmjow and pulling the blanket over his head. Grimm shook his head, snorting as he settled in next to the red head.
"What happened to ya kitten? Ya never used to be so angry and hostile in high school. Sure ya weren't always friendly but ya were never like this." Ichigo snorted at him, turning so his back was to the man. Not the brightest idea since it left him open to be spooned but it meant he didn't have to face him.
"Aizen found out that I was gay in our last year of high school. He made it his personal mission to destroy me and when he found out whom it was I liked, it only got worse," he said, turning away from Grimmjow even more, burying his face in the mattress. Truthfully he had had a crush on Grimmjow during high school, it wasn't anything major really but Aizen twisted his words just right and made it seem like Grimmjow knew and that was why he hated him. Ichigo had closed his heart off to everyone after that; he couldn't even bring himself to trust his friends anymore. It wasn't until halfway through college that he started to trust others again. How he even managed to become an advice columnist was just a fluke. He had helped a friend with his love life and the guy recommended him to a newspaper and the rest was history. Maybe it was because of his distrust and hurt that he could see things more clearly then most but it was a very lonely exsistence.
"Aizen has a way of getting into people's heads and messing around with their thoughts with just a few words. He destroyed my entire being with just a few sentences, I haven't been the same since." Grimmjow wrapped an arm tightly around his chest afraid Ichigo would leave him. The boy had suffered a lot, he knew from experience how cruel Aizen could be. He once called the man his best friend. It wasn't until he intentionally pushed Ichigo down the stairs that he stopped being his friend.
"I'm so sorry Kitten." He turned so that he was facing Grimmjow, looking at the pain and sorrow in his sapphire blue eyes.
"It's all in the past and you had nothing to do with it. I thought you promised not to do anything without my permission?" he said, brow raised as he tried to push his arm away. Grimm smirked, seeing what his berry head was trying to do.
"'M not doing anything, just holding ya. Would ya like me to be doing something?" he asked, watching the blush spread across Ichigos' face as he tried to escape his arms. Grimmjow rolled onto his back laughing, draping the struggling Ichigo across his chest as he moved.
"Relax Kitten, go to sleep it's been a long day," he murmured, rubbing circles into the base of his spines with work roughened fingers. Ichigo melted at his touch, doing as he said but still refusing to admit to himself that it felt nice being in the arms of another.
